Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. I do not own Inuyasha and Miroku. I do not own squit.
Thank you, Takahashi-sensei!
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Inspired
An Inuyasha FanFic
By Janice Rips
The young monk sat in the shade of a tree by the village well. He watched contentedly as the local children played with a friendly old cur who lazed in the sun. A smile, or perhaps a smirk, ghosted across his face as an idea took root and blossomed in his idle mind.
'Hmm... I wonder...'
Inuyasha was startled awake as a high-pitched whine was pulled from his throat. 'What the fuck?' was his first coherent thought. His neck strained backwards; tears leaked from beneath his eyelids. His hands fisted and clawed in the dirt. One leg helplessly thumped the ground repetitively as he writhed beneath the other man's ministrations. "Mir--ro--kuuuu!" he bit out between gasps and whines, "You better-- pray-- for speed-- 'cuz when-- you stop-- you are so-- gonna get it!!!"
Miroku just grinned and continued to firmly scratch the sensitive spot just below the hanyou's ribs with merry abandon. 'So it's true,' he mused, 'all dogs have a ticklish spot, even Inuyasha.'
You just never know where you'll find inspiration.